Chloe Decker was a good cop.

Just like her dad had been.

She came to work on time. She made sure there wasn't anything out of place on her uniform. She followed all of the commands her superiors gave her to the letter. Because of how well she followed orders she hopped to get promoted from being a uni to a detective in a few years.

She even had a good cop boyfriend.

Dan wasn't exciting. He wasn't mysterious. He wasn't a bad boy.

But he was dependable.

He showed up for dates on time. He brought her flowers and took her to dinner. They had boring conversations about work and sports and movies. He would kiss her on the cheek good night when he dropped her off at her apartment and leave her to spend the rest of her evening with her roommate and her roommate's many stinky cats.

They had been going out for 6 months had yet to get passed second base. This wasn't Dan's fault really. He tried to bring their relationship to the next level, but Chloe just found she couldn't bring herself to do it. She liked Dan well enough. She was attracted to him and he was hot. There was something holding her back though.

"Jesus", thought Chloe. "I should just sleep with him already".

It really was getting pathetic. She was a 25-year-old virgin. Not for any religious reasons either because she was an atheist for fuck's sake.

Chloe sighed. She had always followed the rules. She never deviated from the course set ahead of her except for one massive cinematic fuck up that should remain nameless.

She should be more spontaneous she decided.

Really grab life by the horns.

And just as she decided to do that, a bullet ripped through her shoulder and the world faded to black.